we forced ourselves to celebrate what some people call "silly things". No more fighting about who is and who is not a Daughter of the Revolution had both sexes wearing clean mop hair and using up leftover World War II paint.
Drained it and "scrubbed the moss offah the tiled bottom. I know because my team scrubbed it."
"With what?" A kid asked the janitor-looking man. "Excellent question!" He smiled even though he was missing some teeth. "That would've been with these," he skipped over to a garbage can on a wheeled cart and brought it closer since one of us was in a wheelchair. Every kind of broom. Some had been cleaned of the slime but still had that flooded river mark. "Are those binoculars?" Mama asked the man. "I'll let you peek at 'er, but first, it says here," he held the clipboard upside down, turned it round to show, no outstanding paperwork, we're expecting a special delivery."
"We are??" A little girl had donned a foreman's hat. "But nobody can approach this...what is this?
"Fountain area
"Until the clean up
"Preservation
"Right. Is done."
"No worries. Sources which I cannot reveal have hintimated it'll come through there."
"He pointed at a fire hydrant."
The littlest girlfriend started to strip down to her bathing suit so a middle sister did too. Their mother cautioned not yet, we'll get to a beach. "What's a beeeech?"
The janitor man hollered a HEAVE HO, and dropped a small rope with a weight on one end down into the firehydrant which looked to be wearing a WWI helmet. "Look it's an old hubcap." The man drummed a rhythm on it with tough fingers. He attached an end of the rope to a little standing bell. "Hurry up we've got an audience!" He spoke loud in under the helmet. Two tugs on the rope clanged the bell. Footsteps on a metal ladder.
"Ohmeegodgosh that's my brother!"
Our mother looked around at the topside group and suddenly looked shocked and walked towards the hydrant. She was crouching as she got closer and foot slipped on the last bit of slime so she slid into the thing like a baseball catcher. "Hi Mom." They pecked kisses. Then she said, "Not sure that was the best way to get to here."
"Why?"
"Not exactly sure yet how I'll get you out."
"Okay."
"PASS THAT FOREMAN BACK TO THE END OF THE LINE!"
Clear.
Clear.
Welder coming up.
"Everybody!"
"What?"
"I fink we should STEP BACK."
"GOOD THINK'N LINCOLN!"
A bunch of brooms made an initial perimeter. Then sparks flew.
The janitor man fished a teeny hammer out of a bucket on the cart, literally. His fishing rod had a magnet on it!
He let our mama tap on the brackets hilding the helmet on the big pipe. Then he gave her some small binoculars from his pocket. "See if they can spy any of the paints up on the lady."
"Aye, aye Cap'n," she saluted.
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